Inbetween the Lines: A secret look at the Heroes of Olympus Series
by 7fanatic
Summary: In 'Inbetween the Lines', join Dylan who is yet another demigod involved with the Prophecy of the Seven, though her story is secret and untold-until now. Find answers to what really happened in Heroes of Olympus, including the explaination of Percy's disappearance (you thought you knew why, but do you know the truth behind what really happened?) Read to find the truth behind HoO.
1. Discovered

**The following events took place following The Titan War and prior to Percy's disappearance. **

**The timeline of the story you are about to hear is incredibly important, and must be attended to. Therefore, as the author, I will state the time of the event before the chapter, so as to avoid any confusion. Please pay attention to and read the time, or you will basically be stumped. **

**Thank you,**

**7fanatic**

**August 21st, 1600 hours, following The Last Olympian, prior to The Lost Hero**

My name is Dylan. And yes, I am a _girl. _Rookie mistake. Anyhow, I was normal. For eleven years, I could pass as decently normal. I was quite proud of it, actually. Annabeth later told me that she was barely seven when she was attacked. Oops, sorry, spoiler right there. Forget the last three sentences please. I was, as you could call 'normal' until...the August after my eleventh birthday. The day school started again. That was when everything changed. I would never be normal again. Well, it hadn't been _at _school, thank heaven, but after school when I was walking home.

See, I lived in a neighborhood that most kids passed by on their way home. There I would be, walking with the mob of students going home, and then I would turn a corner down into a different street, whereas everyone else would just cross the road and keep going. I had been only about a block in when the ground in front of me started swirling into a giant puddle of mud. I walked right into it. My feet got stuck in the gooey slime that had suddenly appeared there. I tried to pull myself free, but the goop had hardened like cement, "Oh, this is _fantastic!_" I said, full of sarcasm, "How am I supposed to get out now?" I continued to tug. I didn't even notice the face evolving in the puddle. At least, not until it started talking, "_Hello, by dear young demigod," _I looked up and probably screamed. I saw the face of a woman, with hair swirling around and eyes closed, like she was sleeping. That hadn't stopped her from speaking though, "Wha-what are you?! Who-?" "_You do not know me, but I certainly know you. I've been watching you since my son was defeated." "_What do you want with me? Wait, you're just my imagination, aren't you? I have been watching _way _too much TV!" "_Fool! Of course I am real, and I am here, specifically to give you a warning. They will be coming for you soon. And when that time comes, it will only be a matter of time before I choose my pawn. Prove yourself, demigod! You are the only other child of the three within my reach, my deception. Which one of you will be of my convenience: You, or your upstart brother?" _"I don't even have a brother! Let me go! I know you aren't real!" "_You wish, my dear. You wish. Keep wishing, Dylan. Which one will I choose...?" _I was finally released and fell back onto the sidewalk. When I looked where the woman had been, there was nothing, not even a trace of mud or slime. Almost as if it never happened. I laughed at myself, "Dylan, you probably just tripped. Stop making things up." and continued to walk. But I was starting to know better with every step...


	2. Rescued

**August 21st, 2200 hours**

The, as I'd began to call her, dirt woman had really creeped me out. I mean, a helpless and confused eleven year old casually walking home sees a face in a mud puddle, claiming to be watching her every move and deciding whether to manipulate her mind or not? Rather scary, don't you think? It bothered me all day, and even into the night. I had been asleep when I had the strangest dream in my life:

I was standing on a huge chunk of sod in the middle of vast darkness. There was nothing else but me and the rock I was standing on. Well, at least not until a portal opened up in front of me. I leaned forward and could see into a dirt tunnel, with lit torches lining the walls. I tried to reach into it, but it felt like a solid, soundproof, glass pane window. I could only watch. Suddenly, I saw a light coming from around the corner. Out came two people, but it was too dark for me to see who they were. They stopped at the side of one wall, in between two torches. One turned to the other and started talking, but of course the window was soundproof. I could only see, not hear them talking. After what looked like a short argument, one pulled something out of their pocket as the other touched a spot in the wall. The spot began to glow blue, and got brighter and brighter each second. The people stood back, averted their eyes, and shocking light filled the cavern to the brim. The image shattered and I woke up.

I woke up to the same startling blue glow. I fell out of bed in surprise, and crawled toward the source of the light. It was coming from a shape etched into my wall. It had never been there before now. It became brighter and brighter until finally I got up, buried myself in my bed sheets to cover my eyes, and heard a rumbling noise. The light stopped, and the rumbling continued. I looked up to see my very wall lowering down into the ground, and finally stopping with a BOOM! The commotion ceased, and I could see the two figures standing in my doorway.

It was a boy and girl, both holding flashlights and wearing orange t-shirts with black writing. The boy was wearing plain shorts, sneakers, and had a pen in his hand(I know, random right?). The girl had on kapris, Converse, and had a dagger(why the freak does she carry a KNIFE?!) strapped to her side. The girl apologized, "Sorry! It's not supposed to be so loud and dramatic. I'll fix it later." I cautiously stood up again, "Wait, you _built _that thing?" I asked. "Oh, no! Definitely not! No, I just know how to fix it." "Um, who are you exactly, and _how_ did you _do_ that?" This time, the boy spoke, "Are you Dylan?" "Classified information." "I'm Percy Jackson, this is Annabeth Chase." "Nice to meet you. Any other hints as to WHY MY WALL IS A TUNNEL?" Annabeth jumped in, "Dylan, just calm down. All of this will make sense if you just listen: Do you know about the Ancient Greeks? Their mythology?" "Well yeah, who doesn't?" "Well, all of those myths, aren't exactly myths. See, they're real, they still exist today."

A long pause, and I spoke up, "Like I'm gonna believe that!" But the truth was, as crazy as it sounded, I kind of did believe Annabeth. I'm not sure why, but something in the back of my mind was screaming, _She's __right! Listen to her! _Annabeth simply shook her head, as if she'd been through this routine before, "I know it's hard to accept, but it's true. In fact, it only gets worse. You and I, we're kids called demigods, or half-bloods. That means we're half mortal, half...something else." I asked, "What?" "Half Olympian. One of your parents, either your mom or dad, is an Ancient Greek god." Annabeth seemed to brace herself on that last sentence, like she was expecting me to pass out or something. It wasn't hard to believe, though.

See, I lived with my mom. I'd actually never even met my dad. He was apparently a Marine or something, because Mom always told me he hadn't left, he'd just been called to duty on the sea. He'd never come back. She had kind of said it carefully though, to get every word the exact same every time, probably just so I wouldn't ask about it. But now, everything made sense, "Okay." I said. Annabeth relaxed a little, "You understand? You believe us?" I nodded. Annabeth exhaled a little louder than usual, "That was easier than I thought! And you didn't even help at all!" She added to...Percy, I think his name was? He shrugged and said, "You seemed to have it covered!" Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Whatever. Let's just get back." I took a step back, "Where are we going?" Annabeth looked at Percy, "You take this one. As payback." Percy huffed,

"Okay. See, since we're children of the gods, life has to suck apparently, so we often get chased by monsters. Such as the one you saw in the mud today, except for worse-" I interrupted him, "How do you know about that?" "Oh, our Oracle saw it. You'll see her later. Anyway, the monsters that attack you depend on who you're parent is. Like, if your mom was Demeter or something, you'd be fine. But if your dad is Poseidon, like me, than it seems like they never. stop. coming!" That last bit seemed more like complaining than explaining, but whatever. I asked, "Oh, so that's why Annabeth has a knife! To kill monsters. Got it. What about you?" Percy turned to Annabeth, "Should I?" Annabeth nodded, "Just don't freak her out." Um, okay. This ought to be good. Percy turned so he wasnt looking straight at me anymore, and took the cap off of his random pen. I was expecting nothing, but boy was I wrong. The tip of the pen started growing longer and wider-into the shape of a sword blade. Once it stopped growing, it was a glowing bronze sword. "This," Percy said, "is Anaklusmos." That sounded familiar. Why was it familiar? When my brain heard that word, it was like, _Anaklusmos=Riptide. _Why was I thinking that? I decided to reply with sarcasm instead of the whole Riptide thing, "Your putting me under the impression being a half-blood is a good thing!" Percy looked sorry for me, "You wish. Anyway, since monsters do come, there's only one place in the whole world that's safe for kids like us: Camp Half-Blood. Which, as you may have guessed, is where we're going."


	3. Claimed

**August 22nd, 100 hours, NEW LOCATION: Camp Half-Blood**

Annabeth assured me my mom knew about all of this business, and that she would not be worried when she found me gone. So off we went into the tunnel that Percy and Annabeth had came in through. Along the way, they took turns explaining the whole "half-blood" thing to me. They said that there was plenty more to see at camp, though. The strange part: I didn't have any doubt that what they were telling me was true. It was as if I just...knew. Naturally, as if I'd known my whole life instead of the past twenty minutes or so. We kept walking.

Finally, after walking for about forty five minutes, we came to a dead end, "Great," I said. "Where are we supposed to go now?"Annabeth smiled, "Dylan, do you know about the labyrinth? From ancient times, where they kept the Minotaur?"I tried to remember, "That maze the Daedalus dude built, right?""Right. See, it still exists today. Well, at least it _used _to. About two years ago, Percy and I went on a quest to find Daedalus in the labyrinth. We found him, but..." she paused."The point is, the labyrinth collapsed. Fell apart. And we were convinced it was gone for two years. Then, about a week ago, we accidentally found this tunnel still here. We consulted our Oracle about it, to see if maybe she knew why it survived the destruction of the rest of the maze. That's when we found out about you.""So this tunnel connects from Camp Half-Blood to my room?""Yes. We're...um, still not sure why."She paused in the middle, as if deciding whether or not to tell me something. Apparently, she'd decided not to. That was fine with me, I still wasn't sure whether or not I wanted to be part of this whole fiasco yet.

Annabeth continued, "So, the way we open the door up is by pressing a mark somewhere around..." She felt around the wall for a moment, then rested her hand on a spot in the center, "Here." The tunnel began glowing blue, and the walls began rumbling. The stone in front of us lowered into the ground to form an archway. Once the luminous light and trembling ceased, we were standing in a clearing between two sides of a wood. Not very far into the distance, I saw a group of cabins, some still under construction. It was the middle of the night, or at least early morning. When I looked behind us, the labyrinth was sealed up again. "Welcome," Annabeth said, "to Camp Half-Blood." She took my hand and started pulling me towards a big country-style house with a wrap around porch. Only one of the windows was still lit, "Come on. I think Chiron needs to see you before morning." Annabeth tells me.

We scramble up the porch and burst through the door. We enter a room unlke any other I had seen before; It looked like a combination African Jungle and arcade. Vines creep up the walls and took over the place. There were masks on the wall, like you might see on the _Jungle Cruise _at Disneyland. In the corner however, there was a Pac-Man game that beeped or buzzed every few seconds. I turned to look at the other corner and just about jumped out of my skin. There, above the fireplace, was a sleeping leopard head. It didn't look like it was alive, until it opened it's eyes, yawned, and looked at us as if to say, _Why'd you wake me up? _I quickly jumped back and gasped, "What-, How-," I panted, "What IS that?" Percy answered me, "Oh, Seymour? He's our stuffed leopard head. Our old director, Mr. D, gave it to us after he left." "But how is it ALIVE?" "Mr. D is actually Dionysus, the Greek god of wine, and the leopard is his sacred animal. He found it in a garage sale, but decided to give it life, as if life as a stuffed head was better than none at all." Seymour looked at me all confused, like _Hmm. Never seen YOU before._

We turned and went down a hall to the room that was still lit. Annabeth went up to the door and knocked, "Hey, Chiron, it's Annabeth. We got back." There was a response, "Oh, yes, do you have her?" "Yeah." "Come on in, then." Annabeth pushed open the door. We entered what looked like an office, with a desk and computer along one wall, and a board full of pictures on another. Sitting at the desk was a man sitting in a wheelchair. He looked middle-aged, with thin hair and a beard. When he turned and saw me, he smiled, "So you are the half-blood the tunnel led to?" I nodded, "My name is Dylan, and I'm eleven years old." I replied. He thought for a moment, "Do you know who your parent is yet, Dylan?" I shook my head, "Just that it must be my dad. Do you know?" He shook his head, "No, I'm afraid that we will have to wait until you are claimed to know." Claimed? I looked over at Annabeth. "Getting claimed means that your godly parent recognizes your are his daughter." she explained. "When will I be claimed?" I asked. "Well, you're supposed to be claimed before you turn thirteen." "Oh," I said, "so, sometime in the next two years?" Chiron turned to me, "With luck, you could be claimed much sooner than that. For now, however, which cabin should we put you in?" Percy spoke up, "It's probably too late to nicely wake up the Hermes cabin with an unclaimed demigod." We all thought for a moment. Finally Chiron came up with a solution, "I suppose we can find somewhere for you in the house. Follow me, Dylan." He rolled out of the room and down the hall. I turned to Percy, "What am I supposed to do in the morning?" "Don't worry," he said, "we'll come get you for breakfast." I nodded and followed Chiron down the hall. He led me into what I guessed was a guest room. There was just a bed and nightstand. "I'll contact your mother and let her know you are here safely. And don't worry; she did know you were coming tonight." Chiron told me. I nodded, "Thank you." Chiron smiled at me again, "Welcome to camp, Dylan." He closed the door and I went up to turn off the light.

However, before I went to bed, the hall light stayed on. I heard them talking in the hall. When I caught my name in their conversation, I stood by the door quietly. "Who do you think her parent is?" asked Percy. "I'm not sure. I can't really tell by her outer appearance." said Chiron. A moment of silence, then Annabeth, "I think we might need to know more about her before we judge. But if I had to say with what we know right now, I'd say Hermes." "Like Luke?" Percy asked. "Yes. A kind of - combination of everything, almost." Annabeth replied. "You know," Percy said, "that's what they thought about me when I first got here." "Yes," Chiron said, "I don't think it would be Hermes either. She has a...stronger aura than that. Perhaps it would be better to leave the matter alone until morning. For now, why don't you two return to your cabins and get as much sleep as you can." There was the sound of footsteps, then the light turned off, and it was silent. I went to bed, with so much to think about. What was my future? Where did I belong? As I thought, I drifted off to sleep, unaware that all of my questions would soon be answered.

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**A/N: I am going to briefly recap what happened for the next week or so: Dylan started training with everyone else. She settled into a daily routine, and everything looked fine. But Dylan was never claimed. Chiron moved her to the Hermes cabin on the 2nd night, but she was never officially claimed. She became rather discouraged and worried, as well as her new friends. I am going to jump ahead to September 1st, the last day of camp (according to The Last Olympian) This summer, to celebrate the defeat of the titans, the counselors decided to have a fireworks show on the beach and give out the beads beforehand. **

**September 1st, 1000 hours**

I got my leather cord and a bead, despite the fact that I was only there for two weeks. Despite the fact I still wasn't claimed. I mean, Hermes cabin was fine, but I really wanted to find my dad. Finally, the last night of camp came, and almost everyone was going home for the year. I was planning on going home, even though Chiron told me not to, and both Annabeth and Percy promised to visit on weekends and everything. I was sure that if my dad wasn't willing to claim me, I should just go home. Why stay?

The fireworks were amazing, and I got to spend a little more time with Annabeth and Percy before they left tomorrow. Everything was okay. I didn't notice it before, but something behind or above or somewhere started glowing. I just assumed it was one of the fireworks, and didn't look behind me or anything. But once the show ended, the glowing was still there. I looked up to see a small glow above me. _Could it be...? _I wondered. Everyone turned around to see me. For a second, nothing happened. Then a sparkling image appeared in the glow. Everyone suddenly gasped. They all just stared at me. "What is it?" I asked, "I can't see it." "It's...a trident." Annabeth said, "A trident. The symbol of -" "Poseidon." Percy finished. I stepped back. "I - I" I stuttered. Chiron stepped forward. "Dylan has been claimed." He knealt before me, and the other campers followed his example. "Hail, Dylan Burnes, Daughter of Poseidon, God of the Sea."


	4. Missing

**A/N:** **Sorry guys, this is just one of those weeks where I have midterms and have run out of Mtn. Dew. :( Dylan's claiming was pretty simple, yet it surprised everyone, especially Percy. I wanted this story to be kind of like a journal or log more than an actual minute-to-minute story, because of the fact i'm trying to weave it into TLO and HoO. Bear with me, guys! **

**December 18th, 700-800 hours**

My eyes slowly opened. I was in my bunk in the Poseidon cabin. I looked up at the clock; 7:30 AM. Wait, today was...December Eighteenth! I grabbed my pillow, jumped out of bed, and ran over to Percy's bunk,"Percy! Wake up!" I hit him with my pillow. He rolled over to me, "I'm sleeping," "But you have to get up! You forgot!" "What time is it?" "7:30 on December Eighteenth!" I hit him again. He opened one eye at me, then smiled and grabbed his own pillow from under his head. He reached over and hit me with it! "Oh, you wanna go, huh?" I asked, "Let's go!" I smacked him again. He leaned over to hit me in return, but must have not been completely awake, because he fell, _CLUNK!, _onto the floor! I helped him up, laughing. "Do you remember what today is?" He thought for a second. I rolled my eyes, "I told you, it's the eighteenth! Annabeth's coming today!" Percy dropped his pillow on the ground, "What time did you say it was?" he asked. I looked again, "7:35. She'll be here before 8:00." Percy ran over to his dresser and pulled out his camp shirt. Once he found it and a pair of shorts, he went into the bathroom to get dressed. "How long is she staying?" I asked Percy. "Um, I think she's staying for the whole break." he replied.

Percy and Annabeth had been together since I had gotten to camp four months ago. I remember them telling me stories of the Titan war that ended only three days before I got to camp. They had told me about the _Princess Andromeda_, Typhon, Luke (though that seemed to be a sore subject, so I didn't bring it up as much), the Battle on Williamsburg Bridge, and everything that had happened up on Mount Olympus. At least, that was all I knew about the Titan War, but I'd also heard lots of stories about the Labyrinth, and Atlas and Zoe, and Polyphemus's Island (that story was my favorite; I'd only met Grover a few times since he was almost always away, but to think of him in a wedding dress?), and especially the summer Percy had gotten to camp, when they went on the quest for Zeus's lightning bolt. Percy and Annabeth had known each other since they were twelve years old. I was pretty sure that they hadn't only liked each other for the past four months. It was so much more than that.

Percy came out, hair combed and (hopefully) teeth brushed. I went over to the window, and saw a car driving up the road. "I think that's her right now!" I said. "Thanks, Dylan." he replied, as he walked over to the door. "No prob." I watched out the window as Percy ran up the hill. As soon as the car stopped, Annabeth jumped out of the backseat and embraced Percy in a hug. Percy held her tight as he stroked the back of her curly blond hair. I couldn't help being happy for both of them. It seemed like there were always wars and quests keeping them apart, but now that the Titan War was over, they might get some actual peace for once. They were always happiest when they were with each other. But no one would have been able to guess that that happiness was about to come to a screeching halt.

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**December 18th, 2200 hours**

Since it wasn't summer, we never had a campfire. It wasn't that it was too cold or anything; the camp's magic border took care of that. No, it was just that we didn't have enough year-rounders to do one like we usually did. But that didn't mean we had to put Hestia's fire out. Hers was in the middle of the U of cabins, and there were benches on each side of the hearth. That night, to celebrate all of us being home together for the first time in so long, we brought marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers to Hestia's hearth and had our own campfire. Just me, Percy, and Annabeth. We spent the evening laughing, telling and listening to stories, and (of course!) eating s'mores. That night, I had to ask a question I'd been wondering about for a long time. "Percy?" I asked, "When do you think the next Great Prophecy is gonna happen?" Percy turned to Annabeth, then said, "Hopefully, not for a while. But we never can be one hundred percent sure." "That's right," Annabeth added, "The last Great Prophecy didn't come true for a_ really_ long time after it was prophesied." I could tell that no one wanted to talk about the Titan War right now, so I had to end the silence, "I wonder what it will be like for those half-bloods when it happens," I said, "It's fun to wonder about." "Yeah," Annabeth said, silently slipping her hand into Percy's, "it sure is."

Finally, it got late enough we started worrying about getting into trouble for being out so late, so we extinguished the fire. I started to help gather up our snacks and everything, but Annabeth told me it was fine, to go get ready for bed. I started toward the Poseidon cabin. Before I went in, I looked back. I could just see, with the help of the moon and the embers, Percy and Annabeth's outline. I watched as Percy, with hands full of a bag of marshmallows and box of crackers, kiss Annabeth on the cheek and say goodnight before she walked back to her cabin. They parted and Percy started walking to the cabin. I ducked inside and pretended not to have seen anything, even though I was secretly smiling. But I still couldn't shake what Annabeth and Percy had said at the campfire, about the next Great Prophecy. It made me think back to the night I got to camp, in the tunnel in the labyrinth. _"We're...um, still not sure why." _I had never exactly believed her when she said that, now I knew they knew something about the prophecy. And when Chiron had talked to them in the hallway, he'd said, _"She has a...stronger aura..." _That had hinted at who my dad was. But what did it mean now, after I'd been claimed. Did they know more about my destiny than I did? Probably, yeah. Did I care enough about it to pester Percy right now? No, not really. I was so tired, I thought I could sleep all day and all night tomorrow.

We went to bed and turned out the lights, and I crashed immediately, after saying goodnight to Percy. I wish I'd known I wouldn't be seeing him again for a long time, or I might have put more thought into my words. I would have asked him more about everything that was on my mind. But I was too late...

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**December 19th, ? hours (middle of night) **

_I was on Mt. Olympus, and I knew it, even though I'd never seen it. In front of me was...Hera. I recognized her immediately, from any statues or paintings we had. The only difference was that she looked...like a ghost. There was no color in her, and I bet if I reached out and touched her, my hand could pass right through. It was almost like she was a mere holographic image. The holograph turned and stood face to face with me. "Dylan, you have a larger part in the prophecy than you know, even if you are not one of the seven," she told me, "And I can only give you one warning before everything goes down." "The Great Prophecy? So I do have a part in it! Tell me what you need to." Hera came closer, and looked, dead serious, into my eyes, "You will not find him there." I blinked, "Come again?" I asked. Hera shook her head, "My time is almost up. When you awake, he will not be there, and you won't be able to find him. Assure wisdom's daughter he is all right, but know this," she drifted off as everything darkened, and I could almost open my eyes, "You will not find him there." Darkness consumed us, and I opened my eyes._

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**December 19th, 600 hours**

I sat up from my dream with the goddess, Hera. I had been a demi-god long enough to know that dreams were not mere dreams. And I thought I knew what they meant. I looked over at Percy's bunk, where he should have been but...wasn't. I got out of bed and crept closer. He definitely wasn't there. _"You will not find him there."_ I opened the door, running into the crisp morning air. The sun wasn't even all the way up yet, but I could see Chiron watch me running through the window. The door opened as I got up onto the porch. "What's happened?" Chiron asked me. I replied, out of breath, "It's Percy! He's just...gone! I can't find him!" It was then that the reality of Percy's disappearance dawned on me. He was really gone. Just up and gone. Tears started streaking my cheeks. "Don't worry, Dylan, we'll find him. I'm sure he couldn't have gone too far." But even I could sense the doubt in his voice; he was just as worried as I.

We went back outside, and I looked back at my cabin. Of course, it wasn't just us staying year-round. Most cabins had at least two people staying. A small crowd of year-rounders had gathered at my door. No one would go in, like there was yellow tape marking it a crime scene. Apparently, Chiron hadn't been the only one to see me out in the field. I ran back down to the cabins, but this time, to the Athena cabin. Most of the time, we had lots of year-rounders from the Athena cabin. But this year, it was just Annabeth. I opened the door and raced over to where Annabeth was still asleep, ignoring the beautiful interior of the cabin. I tried to wake her, "Annabeth, you have to wake up right now! Annabeth!" (I woke her up much nicer than I ever did Percy) She tossed in her sleep, and opened her eyes with a start. She looked at me, and wasn't surprised to see me standing there, "Dylan, what's going on?" She asked, "Dylan, you're crying. Is everything all right?" I brushed away my tears. _Assure wisdom's daughter he is all right, _Hera had asked me. "It's Percy. He's missing. You need to come out and see." Annabeth stood up and took both of my hands in hers, "Dylan, the dream. Did you have it too?" I nodded, "We can talk about it later. Right now, we have to find my brother!" Annabeth released my right hand, but held my left as we raced out of the cabin and back to my own.

We reached my cabin, and the crowd of campers parted for us to go through. We stepped through the doorway into my dark, Percy-less cabin. We just stood there for a minute, then Annabeth turned to me, "Not a trace?" I hung my head sadly, "No. Not a trace." I looked back up at her. She was blinking back worried tears, but I watched as just one slid down her cheek. She looked at me in the eye, "We will find him, Dylan. We'll find him..."


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